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"I just had to do something for the two of them. He's a good guy. I didn't expect anything in return. . . ." As Wrath walked out of the closet, he was dressed in his uniform, and she had to take a second to admire the view. His hair was swinging loose, almost to his tight ass. His magnificent arms were showing every muscle they had, thanks to the wifebeater. And those leather pants . . . "So I guess she'd worked on that for a year--" "Are you ever going to have sex with me again? Or do I have to wait five months?" Stopped. Dead. But at least she knew her husband was paying attention. "Come on, Wrath. Like I said yesterday, I'm pregnant, not broken." "Ah . . ." She stared at his hips, watching his arousal take shape, wanting that long, hard erection of his. "Well, at least I know you want me," she murmured. "Don't ever doubt that." "So how 'bout now. Because you look . . . very fine." Her eyes did another up-and-down. "Did you get bigger all of a sudden? I mean, is that a baseball bat in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? Come over here and let me sample your goods, big guy." He let his head fall back. "Beth . . ." "Whaaaaaaat. What's the problem--look, we gotta talk about this. This abstinence thing is not good for you and me." "My son's in there, okay? And it just--it doesn't seem . . . right." Beth didn't mean to laugh, but she couldn't stop herself. "I'm sorry." She put her hands up as he frowned like he was pissed. "Honestly, I'm not making fun of you." "Oh, really." "Come here." She held her arms out. "And no, I'm not going to seduce you. Scout's honor."